YoMy crew is in the houseTerra, herb mcgruff, buddah blessBig twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogieAnd i'ma set it like this

[ verse 1: big l ]Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get chokedYou better surrender before you get smokedYou niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke?I put chumps to rest fast, when my smith-wes' blastSo just dash or trespass and get your chest smashedRap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crewsDon't get me pissed, I got a short fuseI go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerkSo stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurtI'm from the alley, not the valleyI'm hotter than cali, wicked like harryAnd fuck sally, I rather marry halleI revive crowds with live stylesDon't hang with jive palsAdios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'

[ verse 2: terra ]Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime waveNow it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slaveIn '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacksHold gats, a joker got his soul taxedN.o. rated, rappers you no-made itTell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-platedThis nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutterAss brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutterI'm more rare, the mc in this warfarePut you in a morgue where it's too late for that lord prayerPower struck, terra drops the follow-upSour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

[ verse 3: herb mcgruff ]For those that don't know, yo, I'm herb mcgruffI'm on some murder stuffAnd when I talk every word is ruffFront on this and get beat badWith big bats that bruise, break bonesThen wind up bloody in a bodybagMc's are live, but I'm mad liverAiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a afghan cab driverStep to this and get sliced with easeAte up like rice and peas(herb, can you fight? ) yo, I'm nice with theseAsk the nigga in my last boutHe thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass outMicrophones I gotta tearPeace to big l, straight from hellI'm the fuck up outta here

[ verse 5: big twan ]Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops inThe top ten is rocked when it's locked inI just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blowBruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the showI got lines that's deeper than a jailBeen no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they failYeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash meBash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask meYou'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped offI never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-offAnd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged outFor dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout

[ verse 6: killa kam ]Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, sonTalk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergunBut killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to staticThere you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automaticIncrease the peace that cease cause once I releaseMy crew from the east, we leavin at least20 police deceased, it's the beast on attackSo make tracks, I break backsI jack with def gats and black macsOn lennox ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooksLeft and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

[ verse 7: trooper j ]I'm havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiserI'm blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazerWho find crime and fill the nine with nothin but leadBoom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy deadIn backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleysAnd I pack more rallys than riots back in caliAnd people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuseI'm in a daze and I'm so confused>from seein heads shake so many times the lead makeAnd mike boogie's next up, and keep my head straight

[ verse 8: mike boogie ]I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contestKids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threatCause they know when I start droppin poemsThat I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin homeWord to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch thisSo if you're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutchesAnd niggas, I don't' need a gun for you, none of youCause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2And it's death in every paragraphAnd niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ashNo need to question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friendI shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificedAnd sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for mikeNow I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it toughPeace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough

True, trueAnd before I get up outta hereI gotta say peace to d-whiz and short manBrothers that was there since the beginningWhat's up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crewPeace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crewThe best out crew, the m&m crewAnd all the other crews that's representin in harlemYou know what I'm sayin?And last but not leastI gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crewMy crewWord up